You were a Narrator, which was pretty self explanatory. You told stories to a reader, and sometimes liked to talk to the reader, but of course they never spoke back. You were extremely lonely, as you had no one to talk to for years. That was, until today.

You were narrating Aizawa's story, talking to yourself as per usual, and explaining to the reader everything that happened. That was, until he spoke.

"I don't know where you are, but you're making it difficult to think. Can you stop announcing every damn thing I do?" Aizawa muttered, annoyance evident in his tone.